Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1887-07-22

anu note what you hehold. larry not;
Your time is short
started, and glanced at the unearthly
speaker, saw him extend his arm and
point southwardly.
Still l saw no features. Smoothing
out the largest and most accurate one of
my maps, seized pencil, and once more
bent my gaze out over the living map.
As | looked this time, a cold, thrilling
chill ran over me, and the huge, rough
icicle began again its saving motion
through my heart. For, as, pencil in
hand, l compared the map before me
with the living map, / saw masses of the
enemY's forces being hurried to certain
points so as to thwart movements that,
within day or two, intended to make
at those indentical points; while on two
particular approaches to Washington l
beheld heavy columns of the foe posted
for a concentrated attack, that instantly
saw must succeed in its object unless
speedily prevented.
'Treachery! treacheryp cried in de-
spair. And, as before my blood seemed
to stop in its channels for Joy, it now
did so for fear Ruin and defeat seemed
to stare me in the face. At this dreadful
moment, that same slow, solemn voice
struck once more upon my ears, saying:
General Mcclellan, you have been
betrayed and, had not God willed
otherwise, ere the sun of tomorrow had
set, the Confederate flag would have
floated above the Capitol and your own
grave. But note what you see. Your
time is short. larry notp
Ere the words had left the lips of my
vapor mentor, my pencil was flying with
the speed of thought, transferring to the
map before me all that | saw upon the
living map. Some mysterious and I'M
earthly influence was upon me, and
noted and recorded the minutcSt point
beheld without the slightest effort, de-
lay or mistake. At last the task was
done, and my pencil dropped from my
fingers.
For while previous to this, however,
| had become conscious that there was
shining of light on my left, that steadily
increased until the moment ceased my
task, when it became in an instant more
intense than the noon-day sun. Quickly
| raised my eyes, and never, were / to
live forever, will l forget what | saw.
The dim, shadowy figure was no longer
dim, shadowy figure, but the glori-
fed and refulgent spirit of Washington,
the Father of his Country, and now a
second time its saviour. My friend, it
would be utterly useless for me to at
tempt to describe the mighty returned
spirit. l can only say that Washington,
as behcld him in my dream, or trance
as you may choose to term it, was the
most God-like being l could have con
ccivcd of. Like a weak, dazzlcd bird, |
sat gazing at the heavenly vision. From
the sweet and silent repose of Mount
Vernon, our Washington had risen to
once more cncircle and raise up with his
saving arm, our fallen bleeding country.
AS continued looking, an expression of
sublime bcnignity came gently upon his
visagc, and, for the last time, | heard
that slow and solemn voice, saying to me
something like this:
General Mcclellan, while yet in the
flesh, | bcheld the birth of the American
Republic. 1t was, indeed, hard and
bloody one but Gods blessing was upon
the nation, and therefore, through this
her first great struggle for existence, he
sustained her, and with His mighty
hand brought her out triumphantly. A
century has not passed since then, and
yet the child Republic has taken her
position, a peer with nations whose page
of history extends for ages into the past.
She has, since those dark days. by the
favor of God, greatly prospercd And
now, by very reason of this prosperity
has she been bro't to her second great
struggle. This is by far the most
pcrilous ordeal she has to endure. Pass
lug, as she is, from childhood to opening
maturity, she is called on to accomplish
that vast result, sclf-conquest, to learn
that important lesson, sclf-Controlc, self
rule, that in the future will place her in
the van of power and civilization. 1t is
here that all nations have hitherto failed;
and she, too, the Republic of the earth,
had not God willcd otherwise would, by
to-moTOw's sunset, have been broken
heap of stones cast up over the final
grave of human liberty.
But her cries have come up out of her
borders ike sweet incense unto heaven,
and she will be saved. Thus shall peace,
once more come upon her, and prosper
ity fill her with joy. But her mission
will not then be yet finished, for, ere an
other century shall have gone by, the OPP
pressors of the whole earth, hating and
cnyying her eXaltation, shall Join them
selves together and raise up their hands
against her But if she still be found
worthy of her high calling, they shall
surely be disComftCd and then will be
ended her third and last great struggle
| for existence!
Thenceforth shall the Republic go on,
increasing in goodness and power, until
her borders shall end only in the remot.
est corners of the earth, and the whole
earth shall, beneath her shadowing
wings, become Universal Republic.
Let her in her prosperity, however. re-
member the Lord her God; her trust be
| always in Him, and she shall never be
| COMPOUNDED.
The heavenly visitant ceased speaking,
and as still continued gazing upon him,
drew near TO me, and raised and spread
| out his hands above me- No sound now
passed his lips but felt a strange inhu-
ence coming over me. | recined my
| head forward to receive the blessing and
baptism of Washington. The following
instant peal of thunder rolled in upon
my ears, and | awoke The vision had
departed, and | was again sitting in my
apartment, with everything exactly rs it
was before fell asleep, with one cNcep-
ton.
The map, on which had dreamed had
hrcn marking was literally covered with